Neal tries to ignore his little flicker of disappointment, and he's quickly distracted from it by a jolt of surprise. He makes a little noise of protest as Lestat cuts himself, then goes quiet in confusion at the spreading of the blood. It makes his skin prickle with goosebumps, not in the best way, but that moment of unease vanishes into shock and wonder again as his skin knits itself back together. In a few moments there's nothing but a fading bit of scar tissue and some flecks of blood. Yeah, he's seen this already, felt it already, the way his palm tingles as it heals. He's glad he can still be in awe of it.

"Thank you."